They're on to us
Those people outside
They're gathering
They're all in cahoots
The razor wire up at those wooden fields
Still hide those fucking weird people
They're gathering
And I'm watching out for number one
Their pencils are blunt like opinion
But why are their spirits not broken?
It's bothering
But I'm watching out for number one
I know not what they say
They're harbouring something, or someone
Those fucking weird people
They're gathering
They're all in cahoots
It's my grand opinion
Against their cheap opinion
I'm keeping a vigil of faith
We come and folks flourish
By glancing away
I'm hiding
And I'm watching out for number one
Watching out for number one
Number one
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